Below the mighty cliffWhere the lovers use to hideThey found a skeleton on the beachThe day the loner diedIt just lay there with broken bonesIn the rays of the sunset's light

Well, the loner was some kinda relictFrom another centuryThe sidewalk angels gave him a smileWhen he helped the lost for freeHe always wore a long black coatAnd some real old working shoesSome years ago he had been a teacher'til the stormflood made the news

The day of the lonerThe day of the lonerThe day of the lonerThe day of the loner

He lost his wife and kidAnd - for sure - the will to liveHe turned to heavy drinkin'And then he jumped off that mighty cliffIt must have been a miracleHe didn't die or even got hurtAnd the next day he went down to the dark part of town- a crusader against the dirt

The day of the loner.....

The cops, they never caught himAnd they left with a smile on the faceAnd the years rode away but the loner stayedUntil someday he lost the raceBut as the smoke cleared just a long black coatBut no body was ever foundAnd somewhere nowhere a teacher metHis family on heavenly ground